Card Mutation

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"Stop talking nonsense," Fei Chen squinted at him, his eyes sparkling, full of strange charm, which made Xing Zhuo feel weird again.

I didn't think this guy had such a slender waist before, and his face seemed to be pretty good-looking.

Looking at Fei Chen, Xing Zhuo actually thought of the shiny things he likes.

Fei Chen withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyelids. Looking at it from this angle, the outline of the lower half of the other party's face without a mask was enough to make people kneel and lick their face.

Fei Chen recovered from his contemplation, and found that Xing Zhuo's gaze was still on him. He glanced at him suspiciously, but his carelessness made Xing Zhuo feel guilty and flustered, as if he was caught secretly playing with his mobile phone in class.

A look of panic flashed across Xing Zhuo's face, and then he tightened his face, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen under Fei Chen's suspicious eyes.

"The chicken stew should be ready."

In the air, there is a strong fragrance.

The tip of Fei Chen's nose moved, he was looking forward to the smell, so he looked towards the kitchen door with great interest, so that Xing Zhuo met a pair of bright black eyes when he came out with the stewed chicken.

I almost threw away the pot in my hand.

Xing Zhuo came quickly and put the pot on the table.

Xiao Min put on a face, brought some tableware from the kitchen, put them on the table, and picked up a tableware, served the soup very skillfully, and handed it to Fei Chen.

Fei Chen took it skillfully, and then took the spoon handed over by Xiao Min.

Xing Zhuo: "..." Why are you so proficient.

He watched Fei Chen stir the soup gently with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful, and blew on it by his mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

Xiao Min's voice next to him seemed to be coming from the sky, at least it sounded like that to Xing Zhuo who was in a trance.

He came back to his senses immediately, rolled his eyes wonderingly, paused when he replied to Xiao Min, and said with hesitation, "I didn't see anything."

"Fei Chen, how does it taste?"

Xiao Min looked strange.

"Very good." Fei Chen was very satisfied, with a happy expression on his face, thinking that Xing Zhuo could cook more in the future, the Black Dragon Clan seems to have good cooking skills for meat.

As long as it is meat, the Black Dragon Clan can do very well.

Xing Zhuo said proudly: "Of course."

Fei Chen glanced at him with a half-smile, and Xing Zhuo really couldn't help boasting.

After finishing the stewed chicken soup, Fei Chen picked up another chicken leg. After eating, he started to stay up late tonight. From a sea of ​​documents, he found out what happened at the time and place that Ruan Qingzhu gave him.

There are times and places, and the scope has shrunk relatively small, but there are still many.

At night, Xiao Min followed the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and went to bed early, and later, Xing Zhuo also went back to sleep in his room, leaving only Fei Chen to fight at night with the lights on.

While yawning, he checked the information.

Since the gate of the abyss has been closed, the ancestors will definitely leave a way to close the gate.

Now Fei Chen feels more and more that the trial space is not simple, it seems that there is a big hand behind it manipulating it, and everything is happening in an orderly manner.

His ability to detect crises has always been very strong. He seemed to see an hourglass, and the sand on it was about to leak out. The sense of urgency made Fei Chen's nerves tense and active.

There are not many records about the gate of the abyss in the ancient texts discovered so far, and Fei Chen felt that he was looking for a needle in a haystack.

Perhaps their ancestors carved more useful information on stone walls or stones that are easier to preserve?

Fei Chen took off the mask and rubbed the center of his brows, it felt like the race against time to review for the college entrance examination back then.

After a night of unremitting efforts, he finally fished out the needle in the sea, and he found a key word—the altar.

There are not many sentences in the text, and the description is very brief.

During the ancient tribal period, several tribes worked together to build large altars, and there may be four such large altars in the world.

According to the records, they initially thought that they could establish a connection with the gods through this kind of altar.

And then they did communicate with the gods.

In the middle of the ancient book, it is written that the gods have descended, but darkness has also descended.

Then, the ancient books changed the word "shenming" to demons and evil gods.

The ancient books only record these briefly, and the back is missing, showing damage, and the original book has been weathered in the long river of history.

90.00% of the communicated "gods" who cannot escape are demon spirits.

Very well, he found the content corresponding to the first sentence in the prophecy.

Fei pondered.

The Pandora's box on the altar has already been opened,

The gate to the abyss is about to open.

The "has already been opened" in this prophecy, does it refer to the opening in ancient times or the opening now?

The more Fei Chen wanted to understand the prophecy, the more he fell into a deeper entanglement.

The outside has already started to turn pale, and the next day has come, Fei Chen glanced out of the window, yawned, and pushed away from his room with superficial steps.

Think about it after you sleep.

After he woke up from a nap, it was already afternoon.

After he woke up this time, Xing Zhuo didn't go out, but was reading a book.

After Fei Chen came out of the room, he saw him watching seriously in the living room, and walked over curiously.

Why did Xiao Min and Xing Zhuo both start reading?

As he approached, he caught a glimpse of the colorful illustration on the page not far away, which seemed to be a dessert?

"What book are you reading?" Fei Chen walked over and sat next to Xing Zhuo, half a person's width apart.

"Dessert." Xiao Min answered instead of him.

"Isn't the black dragon only interested in meat?" Fei Chen wondered if he hadn't woken up yet, or because he had read too much material last night so that he was in a trance today and couldn't hear clearly.

Xing Zhuo frowned slightly, closed the book roughly and threw it away.

"This thing doesn't seem worth doing at all." Xing Zhuo snorted.

Xiao Min picked up the book, flipped through it slowly, and said, "Fei Chen still prefers my desserts."

"Cut." Xing Zhuo raised his chin slightly, not caring at all.

Staying up late to check the information caused his head to be in a trance, Fei Chen took out a small bottle from the space ring, poured out a pill from it and swallowed it, the cool feeling spread from the depths of the brain.

Like smoothing out wrinkles.

"I want to enter the trial tower tomorrow morning." Fei Shen didn't care what was going on with them, leaning his head on the back of the sofa. "I found something last night. I think we'd better return to Earth as soon as possible."

The author has something to say: I know I am short today_(:з」∠)_

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感谢在2019-12-0919:35:02~2019-12-1123:54:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 36 bottles of Yujunshan; 5 bottles of Mianyue Guanghui; 2 bottles of Cangqing Ruhai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!